Feeling some sort of vague sadness for the past several days – about aging, impermanence and the persistence of various problems, personal and social, which listening to a song I heard – or noticed hearing – for the first time yesterday at the Azabu Juban Starbucks seems to capture perfectly.

Like this:

Spent time this rainy day afternoon at a Starbucks in Omotesando doing some background reading for the new version of “Bonobo Christ” that I’m working on. A book of scholarly articles with titles like, “The Absence of Sexual Coercion in Bonobos” – all with the aim of better understanding key differences between humans and bonobos. And the broader goal of adding depth, insight, authenticity to the story. And because I’m just plain interested in this subject as well.